(Poem 324 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
AI is unsure why a woman
would attempt to climb
the side of a cliff,
but best efforts to produce
an image result in
laughable camera poses
much more leaning back
toward the chasm than anyone
would be comfortable with
hands in the air all willy-nilly
instead of clinging to protrusions
like her life depends on it
just hanging out in the air
without a care in the world
maybe she’ll get to the top
maybe not, who knows?
@Home Studio – 324th poem of the year
Runner ups for the Rock Climbing photos to accompany my poem:
rebekahjmarshall 